15 Distress’d in body and in mind, What comfort could he hope to find, But from his friends and parents kind? He saw the folly of his way, And now resolv’d no more to stray, No more with wicked boys to play. With tears of sorrow in his eyes, Poor Willy to his parents hies, And tells them all his fault, and cries. Their deep displeasure too. he sees, And seeks forgiveness on his knees : Forgiven’ he was more at ease. They had compassion on their son, And spake of that Eternal One Who knew of all that he had done.
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